If you eat in public by yourself--be it Wegman's, Panera, a diner, Daly's, or anywhere else--bring an iPod, a book, or something to distract you from the seemingly innocent or inane conversation around you.

Trust me on this. 

The slow, heartfelt, Poison-esque ballad on my album is going to be called "Smelling Like a Two-Dollar Whore Does Not Make You Pretty (Inside or Out)."

Because people don't need to marinate.  Even if it is Chanel No. 5.  Especially not when you obviously have access to a working shower.

Andy Dunlop said "Hi!" to me.  Fran Healey touched me.

Since I'm probably going deaf anyway, I might as well spend twenty-four hours rocking my ears off to the best Scotland has to offer, and that, my friends, is Travis.

They rock like none other.

1) Bob  Evans has bought the farm.

2) Whenever I see antipasto or antipasti on a menu, I always read it as "the anti pasta," as in "under NO circumstances is this going to support pasta, BITCH!"  I know that this "anti-" comes from "ante," and I know that antipasto loosely means "before the food," but still.

Antipasta.  Sort of like the Anti-Christ, ( Read more... )

Happy Easter, my friends.

Here is a bunny.

If you haven't thoroughly investigated the Rider Shadow for 2006 (or if you haven't received it), then you missed this gem from our illustrious Canadian: "One of my colleagues wrote, universities nurture and train each successor generation..."

quotations and ellipses are mine, mostly because it goes on to dickens-like proportions, only sans the ( Read more... )

...or at least, the teaser. Squee all the same.

Another quick, list-y type post because I should be in bed by now, but there are some things that are too awesome not to post ( Read more... )

Jeph Jaques also likes to Capitalise Things.